Psalms 84

For the choir director: according to the Gittith. A psalm of the sons of Korah.

1How lovely are your dwelling places, O Yahweh of hosts!

2My soul longs—indeed, it even faints—for the courts of Yahweh; my heart and my flesh cry out to the living God.

3Even a bird has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she has placed her young—at your altars, O Yahweh of Armies, my King and my God.

4Blessed are those who dwell in your house; they will still praise you. Selah

5Blessed are those whose strength is in you, in whose hearts are the highways.

6As they pass through the Valley of Baca, they make it a spring; even the early rain covers it with blessings.

7They go from strength to strength; each one appears before God in Zion.

8O Yahweh God of hosts, hear my prayer; listen, O God of Jacob. Selah

9Look on our shield, O God, and look on the face of your anointed.

10For a day in your courts is better than a thousand; I would rather stand at the threshold in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of wickedness.

11For Yahweh God is a sun and shield; Yahweh gives favor and honor. He does not withhold good from those who walk blamelessly.

12O Yahweh of hosts, blessed is the man who trusts in you.